This stuff I think is better than Xenadrine, Hydroxycuts, and ECA. The only thing is, I was on it for 2 months because I wanted to look good in Las Vegas for the Mr.O. Let me also state. All u fuckin guys gotta go, fuckin go, if u love this sport go, the Mr.O is the fuckin Super Bowl of this sport. And the fuckin women there are incrediable.(tears in my eyes) Anyway, I fuckin hooked up with this fine ass VPX supplement chick, no bullshit. I met her at the expo.(thats another story) I ended up bumping into her at the Rum Jungle and man, my conversation was on POINT. I should've recieved the fuckin Heisman for the shit I was sayin, because this chick was fine. This was my all time best, I set a PR I tell ya. My boys was hate'n along with all the POSERS in the club, then we go back to her room. Everything was good, I freaked her down good on the dance floor, my breath is still fresh thanks to the Rumblemintz. I get her cloths off, and then after the 69 thats when it happened. That fuckin Thermbuteral fuck up my shit I tell you, I'm from the midwest, there isn't fitness models running around everywhere. When it was time to, u know, she wanted me to do it on her chest. Guys, her rack was awesome, and her dumper was DUMPERDOTIOUS.(dump`per`doe`shus) And when the time CAME, that is when the Thermbuteral CUMS in. I start shooting, I looked down at her while she is holding her rack, and I'm yelling like I'm deadlifting 800lbs. Maybe, at the most 3 drops come out. I'm like what the fuck, where's the river, pond, puddle? She had couple wet marks and started laughing. I'm suppose to be BigBlack damnit, Mandingo couchie puncher. Because of theThermbuteral my super soaker turned into rain sprinkles. If I knew that was going to happen, I would've covered up her eyes and started spittin all over her. In the end she told me to get off that shit, and gave me a hug and a couple of VPX samples. I don't want this shit happening to u guys, so leave that shit alone.
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